Girl in the Big City
The twinkling lights of the city of Bastok shone like stars before Reyah, from her vantage point on Vomp Hill. Tonight was her last night home... and she wanted to enjoy it. Ever since she was a child she dreamt of the day where she would leave the grand and industrious streets of Bastok and finally begin her quest.
The light-hearted and slender soon-to-be adventurer stood quietly, putting her beret on her light red hair that fell to her thin shoulder, which had her mage-staff leaning against it. She wore a red robe that looked like short dress, which stopped just above her knees, and had kind blue eyes that seemed to smile when you looked at them. As she descended that hill she knew that it would be the last time for a long time she would take in the site of the eternally busy city of Bastok, sound asleep.
"Papa!" she cried. "No Papa!"
The kind old man smiled down at the seven year-old Reyah, and picked her up with ease. "I have to. It's not about you anymore... It's something bigger."
"I can be big too Papa! Stay and wait for me to get bigger like you Papa!"
Papa smiled at his daughter. "I'll be back for supper, Reyah." He lied, giving her one last hug.
"Papa... Please take me with... I can be strong like you!" She said, but it was no use... Gruff scaly hands grabbed the man by the shoulders, and two towering Turtle-behemoths would pull him away, off to the mines.
Reyah sat up quickly, looking around the room. It was dark, save the fire place's last attempt with a few burning embers.
"Same dream again, Kupo?" A small gray moogle looked up at Reyah from its little bed. "You were talking again..."
It was the same dream again... And it was coming more frequently, almost like her old home beginning to nag her into leaving. This simple house contained many memories, as she had grown up here long ago with her father. But those days ended once the Quadav had begun to live in the nearby mines. Although the Quadav were finally pushed away by the Iron Musketeers, many men had died for the war effort, and the idiot president denounced the untrained men who fought the behemoths, and ignored the families of the dead pleads for reimbursement.
It still amazes Reyah that the man stayed in office for so long, but soon it wouldn't matter. She rolled quietly out of bed and pulled her clothes on. Soon it would be dawn... and her quest would begin.
The twinkling lights of the city of Bastok shone like stars before Reyah, from her vantage point on Vomp Hill. Tonight was her last night home... and she wanted to enjoy it. Ever since she was a child she dreamt of the day where she would leave the grand and industrious streets of Bastok and finally begin her quest.
The light-hearted and slender soon-to-be adventurer stood quietly, putting her beret on her light red hair that fell to her thin shoulder, which had her mage-staff leaning against it. She wore a red robe that looked like short dress, which stopped just above her knees, and had kind blue eyes that seemed to smile when you looked at them. As she descended that hill she knew that it would be the last time for a long time she would take in the site of the eternally busy city of Bastok, sound asleep.
"Papa!" she cried. "No Papa!"
The kind old man smiled down at the seven year-old Reyah, and picked her up with ease. "I have to. It's not about you anymore... It's something bigger."
"I can be big too Papa! Stay and wait for me to get bigger like you Papa!"
Papa smiled at his daughter. "I'll be back for supper, Reyah." He lied, giving her one last hug.
"Papa... Please take me with... I can be strong like you!" She said, but it was no use... Gruff scaly hands grabbed the man by the shoulders, and two towering Turtle-behemoths would pull him away, off to the mines.
Reyah sat up quickly, looking around the room. It was dark, save the fire place's last attempt with a few burning embers.
"Same dream again, Kupo?" A small gray moogle looked up at Reyah from its little bed. "You were talking again..."
It was the same dream again... And it was coming more frequently, almost like her old home beginning to nag her into leaving. This simple house contained many memories, as she had grown up here long ago with her father. But those days ended once the Quadav had begun to live in the nearby mines. Although the Quadav were finally pushed away by the Iron Musketeers, many men had died for the war effort, and the idiot president denounced the untrained men who fought the behemoths, and ignored the families of the dead pleads for reimbursement.
It still amazes Reyah that the man stayed in office for so long, but soon it wouldn't matter. She rolled quietly out of bed and pulled her clothes on. Soon it would be dawn... and her quest would begin.